It’s been around 7 weeks since my last post and I know this because it currently is half term. Having spent the first 5 weeks of the term in university and the last in school its best to describe it as a half term of two halves!
So I’ve neglected my blog yet again…it’s becoming a bad habit but hey, this space on the internet is mine so I guess I can do what I like with it.
In September I made the big decision to train to become a Primary School Teacher and WOW it is not easy. Not that I ever thought it would be, but honestly I am so grateful for all of my teachers for what they went through in order to teach me.
I thought I’d chronicle a bit of my journey. It probably won’t be regular because I don’t really get the time to do a lot of things I want right now but I’ll post at some point!
I’ll be sharing musings etc from my time in school and whilst in University as well as my thoughts and feelings. I guess a mini journal of my time really.
Morocco was undeniably an experience I will never forget. For those of you that have read my previous post, you will perhaps understand why. (I recommend giving it a read before this one as it helps lay the context!) This post today is all abut Morocco, the sights I saw, the places I visited and all of that typical travel stuff. Continue reading “One Week In Marrakech”
This is a post that has been a little while in the making. It’s taken me a little bit of time to build up the courage to not only write it, but to actually hit that publish button. The last couple of months or so have been emotional in a variety of ways – filled with ups and downs and now I’m ready to share this with you. And as a heads up, this isn’t actually a post about my time in Morocco – I’ll be doing one of them later!
When I booked a trip to Morocco earlier this year with my boyfriend the last thing I thought would happen would be for me to write this post. Needless to say, he’s not my boyfriend anymore and with us both not wanting to lose money and both wanting to visit Morocco this post was born.
Welcome to Kenya
I have fallen in love with Kenya. I have fallen in love with the people; the landscape; the culture; the food; the everything. 2 weeks was simply not enough and I already am so eager to get back as soon as I can.
I had varied expectations of the trip: I was nervous, excited and a bit uncertain of how it was going to be. I knew I’d love it, but I massively underestimated how big that love was going to end up being. If someone were to ask if I wanted to go back tomorrow, I would without even thinking.
If you’re reading this from the UK, it roughly has been a week since the Beast from the East royally ruined us here. Honestly, it baffles me how whenever we get snow the country simply cannot cope. How those countries that live in snow half the year survive almost seems like some weird alternative universe. All of the shops in Cardiff were either closed or had nothing fresh in stock for days. Cars were left abandoned and my university was shut for the duration of the snow. It really does make me chuckle.
I’ve been feeling a bit disconnected with loving my body recently, and as I’ve talked in the past about the importance of body confidence I thought in the spirit of transparency I’d tell you when I don’t feel so confident. Loving your body is a journey and that means that some days things won’t be as full of rainbows as others – and that’s okay! It’s about embracing the process and learning from it!